What Zeus had kept inside the box broke loose from their confinement. All that was foul, was now unleashed upon the world.
Pandora, unable to undo what she had done, fell into despair. As she grieved, she heard a feeble quiver from the box. She lifted the lid once more and out fluttered a small, bright, most beautiful creature she had ever seen. It flapped its delicate wings as it danced around Pandora slightly brushing against her shoulder.
Pandora immediately felt her angst melt away and her heart glow with warmth. It was hope that was kept in the innermost nook of the box. It trailed behind the miasma of darkness aswaging their I'll effects on mankind. Hope gave people the will to carry on living amidst the pain and strife.
